Christmas 2011. Here it goes:
Friday morning “Christmas morning” in KC. Homemade cinnamon rolls.
Christmas pjs and present opening for the first time in our new house.
Friday afternoon. In the car to Omaha. Broken portable DVD player means game 2 1/2 hour game of catch.
Walking tour of Christmas lights in my parents neighborhood.
Saturday visit with an old friend and a new baby. Baby 10 months younger and 2 pounds heavier than our “big boy.”
Back in the car. On the road to Fremont and the Christmas Eve celebration.
Football with the cousins.
Christmas carols. Accompaniment by the toddler.
Family. Crab legs. Homemade crescent rolls. Peppermint pie.
Gift opening. All done in time for a 7:30 p.m. bedtime.
Christmas morning. Pancakes with great-grandma’s recipe made by three generations of family members. And enjoyed by the youngest.
In the car. Back to Omaha for Christmas day gift opening.
Christmas afternoon nap.
Enjoying time with family and new toys.
Monday. Back in the car to KC. Christmas 2011 done. Enjoyed by all.
Ok, just one last Christmas wish from us to all of you.
Hope you all have a wonderful celebration with family and friends.
The Christmas celebrating begins tonight in our house and I am so excited to start some new traditions in our new home.
Anyway, today Dash is 16 months old which seems like an impossibility. In my hopes to keep him a one year old for the whole year here are some family snaps from almost 3 months ago. Yes the TV is on and no none are in focus.
Merry Christmas if we don’t see you until after the big day!
My aunt and I went to town on some Christmas cookie decorating when she came for a visit.
She makes cakes and cookies for parties as a hobby so she doesn’t mess around with the royal icing.
Or rather, she does mess around a lot with the royal icing and as a result she can do some amazing things.
And now that it is almost Christmas it is finally time to eat them which is all that this boy cares about.
We’ve started our own compound. We’ve had a hard time meeting our new neighbors so we are filling the neighborhood with people we already know, one house at a time.
Zach’s parents have officially moved in across the street. No seriously. Directly across the street. As I write this the moving truck is pulling into my yard to be able to back into their driveway. Kidding. (That better not happen or someone is going to anonymously report someone else to the homeowners association. Only kidding.) Every morning I can look out our bedroom window and see if they have picked up their morning paper yet.
What it would look like if I were spying on my new neighbors from inside our house. But I'm totally not.
I think just about everyone is having some kind of visceral reaction when thinking of their parents or in-laws moving in across the street so I will end the suspense and tell you that we are incredibly pleased with this situation.
Neither of us grew up living close enough to grandparents to get to see them on a regular, unplanned basis. The idea of Dash getting to hang out with his grandparents anytime he wants makes me happy.
And just to keep myself honest I’ll say that the benefits are not all for Dash. If you want to hang out with me and Zach – we’re free! Anytime! Our babysitters are on call and are not only willing, but thrilled at the idea of getting us out of the house so they can get some Dash time.
So if you are interested in being part of our compound, let’s talk. I make great cookies and soup, and helping you figure out where to put your couches, but am not so good at raking the leaves. If you can live with that then we should be neighbors.
Oh, and you have to be able to deal with this guy:
I swore about two days ago that I would never be one of those parents who stands in line to see Santa and then makes my screaming, terrified child sit on a strange man’s lap so I can take a picture. Never.
And then I tried to console him with toys and candy.
Last week Dash’s playgroup came over and we did a book exchange,
decorated Christmas cards for a nursing home,
(eating, um, decorating with crayons)
and tried to keep track of all the children in the madness, I mean, safe and controlled fun.
We moms realized that crafting with tots under two may be a little bit…ambitious, but we also liked the idea of teaching them about being generous and thoughtful by delivering the cards.
That part came today. I was not sure how it would turn out, but the kids were great. They handed out cards, looked cute, and then all sat eerily still while we took their picture.
They were so good we rewarded them with playtime at an open gym and Chick-fil-a.